at first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. what we should fear and dread, of course, is that we wont stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone. for i still love you with the whole of my heart. i still love you. and sometimes, my friend, the love that i have and cant give to you, crushed the breast from my chest. soemtimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

I was free. Every day, when you're on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.

Silence is the tortured man's revenge.

Cowardece is often just another name for being taken by surprise.

Indians are the Italians of Asia and vice versa. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is the music inside the body and music is the food inside the heart. Amore or Pyar makes every man a poet, a princess of peasant girl if only for second eyes of man and woman meets.

One, what would happen if everyone did this thing? Two, would this help or hinder the movement toward universal ultimate complexity?

We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.